Chapter 3

By Patriot for Christ

Rogue sat there, next to Bobby. She stared into his eyes and she almost ignited. Her mouth, next to his ear, whispered, "Yes."

They hugged each other, exchanging how much love they had for each other.

"I love you, Bobby." she said.

"I love you too." he replied.

An hour later, they got back to the camp. They had not yet announced that they where going to get married.

Of course, Rogue had her engagement ring on her finger. But then, it was underneath her glove for the time being.

That, though, did not stop kids like Alicia from finding out what happened. If there was something big, or small, Alicia Amelia Aronn was going to find out. That was the way she operated. Sometimes she wished she was a telepath, but she knew it was probably better that she wasn't, seeing how she might find out information she didn't want to know.

She followed Rogue, not letting her see her. She, luckily, could turn invisible. In her case, she didn't even leave a footprint, which worked to her advantage. Because of this, she took up the hobby of spying. She always wanted to be a spy, even when she was a child.

About ten minutes later, when she had completely scanned over Rogue and Bobby, she left them alone. She now officially knew that they where engaged, hence the slight bump on Rogue's right ring-finger.

She went over to her friend, Matt and sat next to him.

"Hey Alicia." Matt said, in an aggravated tone of voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She knew what was wrong, but she wanted him to say it.

"I'm sorry, Alicia. I shouldn't have acted the way I did." he said. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"You can let me tell you the latest gossip!" she giggled, scooting closer to him.

"Fine," Matt smiled, "You can tell me the latest gossip."

Over in another area, Scott and Jean sat next to each other. They where sipping lemonade from a large, shiny cup. They where also talking.

"So, Jean," Scott began, as he always did, "did you find out what was up with Logan this morning? I had woken up about an hour earlier than you and checked on him. He was completely asleep. Or something like that."

"I'm not sure. Are you asking me, implying that I read his mind?" Jean asked.

"No!" Scott mused. "Not really."

"Scott, I told you! I don't read minds like I used to. What do you think I am?"

"A woman." Scott laughed.

"I'm not sure to take that as a compliment or as an offense."

"Okay Jean, Yes! Yes I was implying. And yes, I did know that you don't read as many minds… Well… For their part."

Jean laughed along with him. That was true. She was always reading Scott's mind. Ever since they where wed, she would pick through his mind. Even better for her, he didn't mind.

That night, once again, Logan was next to the fire. He heard the same noise and smelled the exact same smell.

"Who's there!" Logan yelled. He jumped up, and right then, he saw a wooden board come swinging at his face.